57: Today is the first day I haven’t thought of you


Today is the first day I haven’t thought of you

It’s not just the soul 

Of the one you once loved 

But you also lose places 

Lost spaces of found contentment 

Haunting me as I see them in the rearview 

Places of love now places of jest or irrevocable loss 

My exhaust blowing out fumes as toxic as what we once called us.

Sometimes even just a taste 

Will transport me back 

To a time when things were 

alot more dark and complex 

And it sometimes shakes me 

Because from the jump

We felt so mismatched

And now I feel I can’t trust myself


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